For those of you who have been Jonesing for more Evil. Here’s a sneak peek at the comic from the very talented pen of Nic Rummel. More to come later.
There’s also another piece of artwork up at http://www.succeedinevil.com
How to Succeed in Evil is the story of Edwin Windsor, an evil efficiency consultant. (Think Arthur Anderson for supervillians.) And even though he gives very good and profitable advice – his clients don’t listen to him. So he gets so fed up, he goes into business for himself.
How to Succeed in Evil has moved to its own website. All episodes past and future will appear there from now on.
I’ll be honest with you. I’m so busy writing and producing this podcast - and making a living - and figuring out ways to make my living a little bit less like “My Bologna has a first name…” and more like “So there’s this Vampire. Living in my attic.” That I scarcely have time to keep up with all the ways and places on the old internet that the Seanachai should show up.
So if you have any suggestions - of where or how the podcast should exist/be extended on the internet - please send them on.
In the next couple of weeks, I’ll really be looking at this and trying to figure all of this promotional stuff out. And it starts right here - with this link claiming my Odeo feed.
My Odeo Channel (odeo/11ff9b4ded0aece9)
There are many reasons the kitchen might be slow.
Hallelujah, it is done. It is Easter and the Seanachai has officially risen from the dead. We’ve got a new look and a new feel and a spiffy new backend that makes putting out the podcast much, much easier. We’ll also be leaving the comment spam behind. And all these wonderful things are due to the winner of the Seanachai Patron Saint Contest, Michael Delaney.
St. Michael is a listener and fan who really stepped up and built the site you’re looking at right now. I highly recommend him. And if you need help with web stuff, you can reach him at stmichael@theseanachai.com (I have no idea if he likes this email address or not, but it’s my idea of a joke.)
In addition to a patron websaint, the Seanachai also has a new web address, www.theseanachai.com. Goodwordsrightorder is in a painful state of limbo at the moment. It seems the hosting company I was using registered in there name instead of mine. It is painful and maddening. I’m not too sure exactly what to do about it. If anyone has experience with this or suggestions (suggestions that don’t involve physical violence) or happens to be a lawyer who has handled this kind of thing - please drop me an email.
So the only thing missing from this week is a brand new episode. Don’t blame me. Blame my drunken, brutal uncle Sam. All my extra time was taken up by taxes. And in honor of tax time I’m repodcasting My Brutal Drunken Sam. Even though I hate taxes. (Like mad-enough-to-throw-tea in-a-harbor hate taxes) this story still makes me laugh. Hope it taxes some of the sting out of taxes for you too.
I think the scariest kind of story doesn’t scare you when you’re reading it. It scares you sometime after you’ve read it. It’s that quality that M. Night Shamaylan’s films have. That Poe and Lovecraft have. The piece effects you when you read it, but later - maybe years later - something calls it to mind and you’re scared all over again.
What that ideal, this was a piece I crafted while looking out the window at 2:30 am and wondering, “What would I actually do if I saw a werewolf run across the street?” Not like what would I do in movie, but what would I actually do?
The incident of the man murdering his car was represented to me as a true story. But I don’t even care if it’s really true or not. It was just such a fascinating set up I had to see where it went.
This is another one of those multipart stories where I wrote the first part and had no idea how I was going to end it. It certainly motivates you to come up with an ending when you’ve publicly committed to finishing the thing. (perhaps I have found the cure for Writer’s Block)
Once, I had an idea for a movie. About this restaurant. And I wrote and I wrote. And rewrote and rewrote. But no matter how hard I tried, the movie still sucked. And I tried very hard. Three major rewrites.
Years later, I finally thought I had tossed the monkey from my back — but there was this one bit about a dishwasher that I just couldn’t let go. Turned out to be a pretty entertaining short story.
